Unlimited Adaptation

In the name of light, burn away the darkness.

"Holy Sword·Evil-killer!"

Yan Xing clenched his palms and slowly pulled out a long sword condensed from the light of the sun from the palm of his left hand. The scorching heat reached a terrifying one million degrees Celsius, and the surrounding void was twisted and trembling.

"Kill——"

Yan Xing jumped up and turned into a residual image under the push of the gravitational field. The light blade in his hand pulled out a bright thin line, which was imprinted in the void and could not dissipate for a long time.

"Young man, are you in a hurry to die?"

Below, on the thick ancient tree, there were many figures standing. They sensed the breath of Yan Xing, who was only in the dust realm, and they were immediately angry. This kind of cultivation didn't run away honestly, but dared to jump out on his own initiative?

"Die!"

"Haha, a bunch of weak chickens."

Yan Xing laughed in his heart, but his face was extremely indifferent. The powerful domain containing more than a dozen laws was instantly unfolded, directly tearing the opponent's superimposed domain force field into pieces.

"What!?"

Bang bang bang!

Yan Xing's figure never paused. Wherever he passed, people followed one after another, like fireworks, and all men, women, young and old were blown into blood mist.

In an instant, hundreds of people were killed in seconds.

They were just a group of Lingxuan and Weichen realm minions. Without the protection of the domain, how could they resist his terrifying gravitational field?

The gravity that can be exerted by the talent of gravity control is five times the strength of the physical body.

It is a killer weapon that goes hand in hand with the fire of hell.

"Kill the enemy cleanly and neatly, and go all out!"

This is what Zang Wu often said. Yan Xing deeply agreed. If he can kill with one move, he will never make a second move. The efficiency of killing can be improved, and the harvest can be expanded.

"Not bad."

Yan Xing smiled and threw all the storage magic weapons gathered by gravity into the hell dimension. He rushed to the place where the crowd gathered on the ground without slowing down.

Formation?

He didn't care. Moreover, with Xian Qiuming's big move, the surrounding land had already turned upside down. It was a fatal blow to the formation. It was estimated that only some small formations with narrow coverage could be preserved.

"This person is weird! Be careful!!"

The scene of Yan Xing slaughtering hundreds of people was seen by many people, all of whom frowned and shouted a warning.

"Start the formation!"

Buzz!

Some of the earth and stones lifted by the vines were huge, and the small formations engraved on them were still intact. When the monks activated them, they all burst into divine light, ejected countless chains, intertwined into a large net, and enveloped Yan Xing who was escaping.

Hua La La --

The dense chains turned into a ball of light, locking Yan Xing and shrinking continuously, but at the moment of contact with the body surface, [Absolute Freedom] was passively activated.

Yan Xing's figure seemed like a phantom, without substance, and the chain light ball passed through directly without any sense of stagnation.

Funny, even time stop can't do anything to him, let alone this kind of gadget.

"This, this..."

The crowd of people from various forces, black robes, red robes, and gray robes, were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, but soon came to their senses and unfolded the law field at the same time.

Laws, this world has endless laws, they have all kinds of strange powers. In their opinion, the law ability controlled by Yan Xing is probably related to "matter virtualization" and "immune blockade". Therefore, although shocked, it is not unacceptable.

The extraordinary existences in this world have a strong acceptance ability, which comes from being accustomed to various law powers.

But one thing is always the truth, in front of absolute power, all the fancy things are shit!

"Domain superposition! Thousands of layers--"

Boom!

The void was violently distorted, and thousands of law fields overlapped extremely roughly, targeting Yan Xing, and the violent and abnormal force field collapsed crazily.

Why does this ambush bring so many minions? The reason lies in the law field.

The law domain that every extraordinary creature possesses makes the low-level cultivators in this world have a meaning of existence. The superposition of a certain number of domains will give the strong a headache.

But it is not without disadvantages. The law domain of low-level cultivators has a limited coverage range. Even if it is superimposed, it can only increase the power, but not the range, and it is difficult to really threaten high-level cultivators.

I can hit you, but you can't hit me. You can leave or come as you like. The superposition of the domain of low-level cultivators is more suitable for defense, but it is a bit unsatisfactory in chasing the enemy.

But no matter what, the existence of the law domain makes the minions no longer like ants, and has a certain role in war. Otherwise, let the high-level cultivators fight to the death, and the low-level cultivators stay at home and pray. Anyway, they will be mowed by the strong when they step into the battlefield.

For example, now, the superposition of the domain of thousands of people easily crushed Yan Xing's domain and forced his gravitational field to three feet above the body surface.

The domains of both sides cancel each other out, and the gravitational field is also limited, and it is impossible to harvest on a large scale.

"In the face of absolute advantage, these are meaningless."

Yan Xing has many tricks. Even with one arm cut off, he can still crush these minions.

"His domain is restricted. Go, kill this guy!"

"Hmph!"

A cold light flashed in Yan Xing's eyes. He didn't dodge or avoid. He rushed forward against the crowd!

He raised his sword and fell, he raised his sword and fell, he raised his sword and fell, it was just like chopping melons and vegetables. Anyone killed by the holy sword would be turned into a pile of charcoal.

Dinglingdang!

There were so many people and all kinds of magic weapons were densely packed. Yan Xing was inevitably hit, but his defense was not broken at all. His physical body was comprehensively improved. His defense was as terrifying as his strength.

The autumn wind cut the fallen leaves, killing people and making the enemies terrified. In a short while, the thousand-man charging force was reduced to a few.

Every time a person was killed, the superimposed domain would weaken. Yan Xing's domain and gravitational field had long been restored, but he was addicted to cutting. Before he thought of using the gravitational field, the opponent was almost dead.

"Monster, monster..."

"He is a monster! Impossible, absolutely impossible, he is not in the dust realm, he must be an old monster who hides his cultivation!"

"Despicable and shameless!!"

The rest of the people were scared and muttered something. A red-robed man looked dazed, turned his hand and took out a syringe and inserted it into his heart.

"Hail! Supreme, Lord of the Dark Land!"

"My Lord, I offer you my heart, soul, and will..."

"Please give me strength!"

The red-robed man was fanatical. As the turbid liquid poured into his heart, the blood carried it to every corner of his body. His body began to melt and twist, turning into a deformed and weird style.

"Huh? This breath is..."

Yan Xing looked back suddenly, frowned, and flashed in front of the red-robed man. His left eye widened slightly, and black flames gushed out.

"Don't even think about it!"

Boom--

The blazing high temperature, far exceeding the past, has been infinitely close to the temperature of the core of the sun, a full 20 million degrees Celsius. In just a moment, the deformed monster in front of him was turned into ashes, and a ball of turbid liquid was harvested.

"Is the stink bug from the dark tomb here too?"

The battlefield is full of dangers. No one knows what cards those minions who were originally just easy to kill will hide. If you are not careful, you will capsize in the gutter. m.

If it were the previous Yan Xing, he might still be afraid of the things in this syringe, but now his strength has skyrocketed. Even if the opponent's weak power successfully descends, he is not afraid. He just doesn't like seeing the enemy successfully use his trump card.

Why?

This is not a novel, and there is nothing wrong with his brain. He is not a villain. Only a fool would watch the opponent use a big move and remain indifferent.

"A small profit."

Yan Xing raised his hand and waved, and the various storage magic weapons that he had specially kept floated over and poured into the hell dimension.

"What is this fluctuation!?"

Thousands of miles away, a golden figure who was fighting fiercely suddenly stagnated, forced the opponent back with a strong blow, and looked back at Yan Xing, his eyes flashing with divine light, and the pupils composed of dense compound eyes shrank slightly.

"Black flame! It's him--"

The golden robe ghost's eyes were full of anger, and the enemy was particularly jealous when they met. Although, compared with the current situation, the loss of a small stronghold at the beginning was nothing at all.

But on this battlefield, the other side is also an enemy, and is still slaughtering its own monks. Who is not killed? With new and old hatreds added together, the golden robe ghost naturally made a choice.

"Hmph! See how you can escape this time!"

The golden robe ghost figure flashed, disappeared into the ground, got rid of the opponent's aura lock, and appeared in the depths of the canyon hundreds of miles away. The pupils of the compound eyes still locked Yan Xing who was madly slashing and cutting grass in the void from a distance.

Generals against generals, soldiers against soldiers, if he kills directly, there is a high probability that he will be blocked, and choosing a long-range attack is the best solution.

"Let you die like this, it's a bargain for you."

The golden robe ghost moved his mind and took out a strange weapon that was silver-white, ten feet long, and full of technological colors.

Barrel, gun rack, buttstock...

If Yan Xing saw this thing, he would definitely laugh out loud. Want to kill him with a sniper rifle? Or a long-range sniper from hundreds of miles away.

The golden-robed ghost servant looked solemn, and took out another iron box, opened it, and displayed five silver "bullets" as thick as arms.

『Individual thermal kinetic energy weapon, nuclear sniper rifle, bullet is "particle fusion warhead", core temperature is 200 million degrees Celsius, killing radius is 100 kilometers, 1 billion tons of TNT equivalent.』